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Nice blog entry. I always meant to go to that museum, but never did. I was always on my way somewhere and didn't have time. Next time I'm back in the desert, I'll be sure to plan an "impromptu" trip out there to see it. I, too, was touched by the trench art, depicting our urge to leave something behind--messages to the future.
I love your phrase "messages to the future." I guess that really is what they are. Who'd a thunk we'd be the ones to get them!
The training ground was a span of 18 thousand square miles. And may I say that Patton when he was hit in the car accident, as a result he was paralyzed from the neck down, and after two weeks, General George S. Patton passed away from complications (ie blood clots and nomonia.)
-James Soliz (Docent) from the General Patton Memorial Museum
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